"If you see it, don't need to say it. In addition, I seem to have met your half-sister, Watanabe."

Beiyuan Nanfeng glanced at her.

"Sister?"

Teacher Watanabe looked into the classroom and found Kaori Iwai inside, and was a little surprised: "Kaori is here too, have you not retired yet?"

"I submitted an application for withdrawal from the club."

Kaori Iwai looked at Yui Miyata who was short of her: "But the minister would not accept it... Forget it, let's spend the last year with her, I don't plan to go to school anyway.

In addition, Mr. Watanabe, you are the instructor of the club. Even if anyone in the current member is not clear, it is too incompetent."

“Don’t it be said that student autonomy is.”

"I know, but the minister obviously has no autonomy and has always rejected potential officials for the reason only because the other party is not interesting enough. Now it's hard to bring someone in, and the reason is as casual as ever. The other party is very interesting... I can't understand at all."

Kaori Iwai took a breath while saying.

It seems a little angry.

"If it's just like this, it's fine. In the end, the person I finally found was actually Nanfeng, a classmate in Beiyuan.

Classmate Nitahara Nanfeng, I'm not sure about you. I just really think you are not suitable for this kind of club. If you go to the Kendo Ministry or other sports clubs, I'm not surprised. At most, I will only hold you to worry about whether you will cause trouble."

"Look, do you look like you, so good at speaking?"

Kitahara Nanfeng teased Mr. Watanabe.

"This is better than I can say." Mr. Watanabe smiled, "I can't talk to her often, but do you really have nothing to do with it? You are talking about you."

"Aren't I waiting for Miyata Yui to negotiate?"

"Don't be angry?"

"What can I do if I get angry? Iwai Kaori just warned me that the baseball department's lounge downstairs. With a loud shout, she could attract dozens of men like me, and then press me to the ground to rub..."

Kaori Iwai: "..."

"Hahaha……"

Teacher Watanabe seemed to find it interesting to see Kitahara Nanfeng being threatened, so she laughed out loud and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't shoot me."

Beiyuan Nanfeng hid to the side.

"..." Yui Miyata looked back, then looked up at Kaori Iwai and gestured.

Kaori Iwai sighed.

"Xun, don't worry. Although this man looks very dangerous, think about it, you threaten him like this, and he can still complain calmly. His personality is still quite interesting, right?"

Teacher Watanabe reluctantly stopped laughing and advised, "And aren't you curious? The teacher is very curious about the person who broke his legs at the school gate picking up the guitar. If he doesn't work, expose her. Then you shout and call the macho guy in the baseball department..."

As he was talking, Watanabe couldn't help it and patted Kitahara Nanfeng on the shoulder hard.

"...You are the instructor and the minister agrees, and I have no reason to object."

Kaori Iwai sighed again and pushed his glasses: "I just said my worries. If you don't agree or adopt them, I can't do anything about it... There are only two people in the Qingyin Department. This situation has lasted for two years. No matter how hard it is, it will be like this, you can do whatever you want."

After saying that.

She walked back to the "long table", sat down again, picked up the book that had just been placed on the table, and lowered her head.

"I seem to be angry, right? Why don't I go back?"

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at him and lowered his head slightly, focused on Kaoru Iwai on the book, and whispered to Teacher Watanabe.

"No, she has such a temperament, and I have been spared by her."

Teacher Watanabe pressed his shoulder with one hand: "You don't want to run away, right? I tell you, no matter whether you can or not, the performance will be done today. Don't let Miyata down and I down. After all, I can't get married, and the only fun is to watch students jokes."

"You just laughed so happily, but you still remember to hold your revenge."

Beiyuan Nanfeng turned his head slightly, looking surprised.

"No way to race, get in."

Teacher Watanabe let go of his shoulders and pushed him in.

Kitahara Nanfeng staggered into the door and happened to stop in front of Miyata Yui.

Yui Miyata looked up at him.

I laughed out loud.

He gave a thumbs up very vigorously.

"You were scolded just now, what's the point of putting on an expression of 'This is all my credit'."

Beiyuan Nanfeng complained.

Yui Miyata didn't care about his complaints at all.

He turned around and forced him to visit the small Qingyin community classroom.

She can't speak, so the introduction method is simple and crude.

Pointing at the table and giving a thumbs up.

Pointing at the cabinet and giving a thumbs up.

Point at the speaker and give a thumbs up.

Anyway, everything is a thumbs up.

at last.

She took Beiyuan Nanfeng to the playing area where the drums were placed, and struggled to pick up the piano case that was placed leaning against the wall and handed it to Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"Didn't this be agreed to just visit? I really have to play."

Beiyuan Nanfeng took the piano case and asked.

This time, Yui Miyata didn't give her a thumbs up.

She ran to the long table, borrowed paper from Kaori Iwai, and wrote a few notes.

He trotted back to Beiyuan Nanfeng again.

"I want to hear it, I'm interested."

"Please be sure to satisfy me."

"For you to eat."

Three notes are displayed in front of the north wind in order.

“…There is no need for that kind of half-pack of crisp noodles.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng lowered his head a little disgustedly, opened the piano case, and took out the guitar inside.

It's an IBANEZ electric guitar.

Beiyuan Nanfeng remembers that it is sold in China, and he vaguely remembers this brand.

"If it doesn't work, tell the teacher now. I'll think of a reason to take you away immediately."

Teacher Watanabe held his arms with his hands, stood not far away, looking at him leisurely.

Beiyuan Nanfeng ignored it.

He took out the guitar and the connecting cable, connected it to the speaker, and confirmed the straightness of the neck fingerboard.

Then, he squatted on the ground and tinkered for about ten minutes.

Then I slowly stood up and officially put my guitar on my back.

Yui Miyata, who watched him throughout the whole process, also raised her head.

"Finally ready?"

Teacher Watanabe yawned: "We'll go back, it's so slow."

After more than ten minutes, Beiyuan Nanfeng, who hadn't touched the guitar for a long time, his interest also rose.

He looked at Miyata Yui.

"Get me a microphone."

“…”

Yui Miyata's eyes lit up and she quickly gave him the bracket and microphone.

Beiyuan Nanfeng adjusted the height of the microphone stand, picked up the pick, and coughed a few times at the microphone.

Teacher Watanabe is no longer sleepy.

Looking straight at the north Yuan Nanfeng.

curious.

Yui Miyata also retreated to Mr. Watanabe and looked at him curiously.
To be continued...